Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2008 18:15:32 -0600
From: Rocky Wallbaum <rockybr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Retreat Treat part 2

"Church retreat treat" Part 2
By Rocky Wallbaum with `Robby'

Mr. Rodgers and Robby were walking together when the older man suddenly
stopped.  Robby looked up at his.  "What's up?" the young man asked.

"I just have to run back and get something," Robby's mentor said.  "I'll
catch up, you go ahead."

Robby wandered along, noticing the other men walking with their assigned
youth.  Some pairs walked far apart, but others were sitting on benches,
talking earnestly, and others were running and laughing softly. The camp
was quiet and serene, the air warm and a slight breeze rippling the leaves
in the twilight.  Robby heard footsteps running behind him and he looked
over his shoulder.

Sure enough, here came his mentor, Rocky.  Mr. Rodgers, Robby corrected
himself, knowing that he had to be respectful.  The older man smiled at him
and broke into a fast walk instead of the jog he had been making.  Robby
guessed that Mr. Rodgers was just under six feet tall, and
broad-shouldered.  He wasn't a small man -- in ANY sense of the word.
Robby remembered their `marking their territory' earlier in the day and the
size of his mentor's tool.  Robby sighed to himself, "At last, now I have
someone to talk to."

Robby's dad had never been in the picture much.  He and his mom lived in
the city and Robby's experiences with men had been mostly with principals
and vice principals at his schools.  They seemed so old, so much like
`stuffed shirts,' -- not at all like Rocky -- Mr. R.  Robby had been in
trouble some -- not that he was a delinquent or anything, but the usual
boy stuff.

Mr. Rodgers had close cropped salt and pepper hair, a bushy moustache and a
trimmed goatee.  His smile lit up his face and Robby smiled thinking about
the way he and his mentor had hit it off.  Robby slowed his pace so that
his friend could catch up.

The older man was carrying a small cooler.  "Surprise for later," he
smiled.  The two walked along, content to enjoy the night air.  "Do you
remember where our spot is?"  asked Mr. Rodgers.

"What kid of a guy do you think I am? the younger man replied, in mock
indignation.  "Let's see if you can find it!"

"I don't think I will ever forget our special spot," said the older man.
"I think it will always be a place I remember."

The men walked to the place where they had entered before.  "We don't want
to make this look like it's been used," said the younger.  "Be careful not
to break any branches -- we don't need any intruders!"  With that, he
parted the limbs of the trees and stepped from sight.  Rocky scanned the
area, making sure no one was observing them.  He noticed the men and boy
pairs, some walking hand in hand on the beach.  Rocky knew this was a
special place.  He smiled in anticipation, and then stepped into the brush
after his friend.

Robby was standing with his arms spread in the clearing.  "Here we are!" he
announced.  Rocky put down the cooler and went to the young man.  He spread
his own arms wide and said, "Yes we certainly are!  Now come here for a
hug."

Robby moved closer to the older man and the two embraced.  The younger
man's head rested just under the older man's chin, and their arms held each
other gently.  The younger man felt Rocky's arms contract, giving him a
squeeze that sent shivers down his spine, and he felt his dick stirring.

Robby looked up at his friend and smiled warmly.  "I am so glad you are my
mentor."  The older man hugged him close again.

It'd be wonderful to have a fire, but then we'd be seen for sure!" said the
older man.  "But we can sit and chat.  You want to sit on the grass here on
in the tent?"

"Let's go inside and then we can sit on the foamy and the sleeping bag --
it'll be more comfy," said Robby."

"You go first, Rob," answered the older man.

Robby felt another shiver.  "Rob."  He liked the sound of that.  It sounded
kind of grown up.  "Yeah," thought the boy.  "I am growing up. Another man
wants to sit and talk with me.  Wow."

Rocky got a cider out of his rucksack and pulled out two glasses.  He added
some ice out of his mini-cooler and poured the cider over to chill it.  He
came over to the tent.

Robby smiled back from the inside.  He has his shirt off and his pants
undone -- "Should I get my pajamas on?" he asked.

Rocky kicked off his shoes and knelt down, "Wait a bit," he said, "here
-- hold these for me while I climb inside."

The tent was roomy, which was good because the two men weren't tiny.  Rocky
was much larger, of course, but the young man's lanky frame wasn't tiny
either.  He stood four or five inches shorter than the man, and still was
in the `chunky' phase of his boyhood.  His wavy brown hair and bright blue
eyes were his best feature -- that and his ready smile.  He took the
glasses and watched his older friend enter.

The man moved around and undid his belt and top button of his pants.  "It
sure got warm in here -- I'll leave the screen up but no door, OK?" he
said.  Then he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his big frame.  He
rolled it up and set it in the corner.  "Mind if I get comfy?" he asked.

The boy nodded, his eyes wide and watching the older man's every move.
Rocky laid back and lifted his hips.  He slid his trousers down and off,
and then pulled off his socks, rolling all of them into a tidy ball and
placing them beside his shirt.  The man's hairy chest was massive, tanned,
and broad.  His upper arms were thick and the hair covered him like a pelt.

Rocky reached over and took his glass from the boy's hand.  With his other
hand, he gently lifted the boy's jaw, which was hanging open in awe.

Rocky smiled and said, "O.K., Robby, you have to make sure you don't act
like a Venus fly trap.  I never saw anybody open their mouth that wide."
He tilted his head, looked into the boy's eyes and softly said, "You're
hired."

Robby shook his head and then seemed to come to. "Uh, sorry Mr. R., but
that was amazing.  I don't get much of a chance to see men's chests... I
mean, don't get to see them naked.  I mean -- oh I'm sorry." The boy
reddened.  "You must hate me!"

The older man smiled again and said, "What do you mean?  I just meant that
you were sitting there with you mouth wide open -- you looked like you
were trying to be the entrance to a cave.  Have a sip of cider.  And relax,
already!"  The older man lifted his glass in a toast.

"To us!" the boy cried, and sipped the cool beverage. "Mmmmmm, that is
tasty! The best apple juice I ever had!  Can I have some more?"

Before the older man could say anything, the boy had drained his glass and
was wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"Glad you like it!" laughed Rocky, pulling the boy into his arms and
hugging him, almost spilling his drink.  "Sure we have more, but you better
take it easy -- that's booze, not juice.  Here, have mine, too."

Robby reddened again, and looked down.  Again, the older man lifted his
chin.  "You never have to be embarrassed by anything you want to say or do,
buddy.  I accept you as my friend -- no matter what.  We are like, well,
like blood brothers. Well, maybe blood uncle and nephew."

Rocky said, "I'll be right back," and knelt again by the door, unzipping
the screen.  Robby noticed that the man was wearing a jockstrap.  He'd been
so focused on the man's chest before that he had never noticed it before.
But now the man's hairy and muscled butt was staring him in the face.  The
older man slipped out the tent flap.

Rocky came back into the tent and zipped up the entrance.  He set his
cooler down in the back of the tent.  "O.K., let's get you comfortable now
and then I'll get you some more cider.  Off with the pants!"

Robby lay back on the sleeping bag, lifting his hips.  The older man
reached up and took the waistband of his jeans and pulled down.  Somehow,
the younger man's underwear got caught in the big man's hand, and he pulled
them both off, leaving Robby naked and semi hard lying on his back.  The
boy was trying to cover himself but the older man just rolled up the pants
and put them neatly beside his own.

Turning back to Robby, Rocky noticed his discomfort before his
nakedness. "Oh, sorry, bud. Remember what I said before -- no need to
ever be embarrassed, OK?  Want your gonch?"

Robby stammered, "Uh huh," not really sure whether the older man was
testing him or not.  Rocky went back to the boy's clothes and tossed the
underwear over his shoulder, looking away to make the boy feel more
comfortable.

"You OK, now?" the older man asked.  When Robby grunted, Rocky turned back
to look at him.  I never really understood the whole `modesty' thing.  I
mean, men are men -- younger or older, we both have the same equipment.
And yours is pretty nice if you ask me.  But please yourself.  It won't
bother you if I am in this jock or naked, will it?"

Robby was watching the older man.  "Uh, whatever you like," the boy
muttered.  "Can we get into the sleeping bag?"

Rocky said, "Finish your cider -- sipping it, OK?"  Rocky moved to open
the sleeping bag.  "It's kind of warm to be inside -- why don't we start
with it open and rolled up to the foot of the bed -- I have a light sheet
we can put over us."

Robby just watched his mentor, holding a flashlight to help him see, but it
was still light enough.  Rocky put his hand on the younger man's and says,
"Later for the flashlight, hon.  OK, you almost done?"

Robby polished off the drink and put the glass down.  Rocky said, "OK,
let's lay down."  The big man lay back and lifted his hips, stripping off
the jockstrap and letting his big dick hang free.  Tossing the strap on top
of his clothes, the older man scratched at his hairy ballsac.  "Aahhhhh,"
he sighed, and then rolled on his side, looking at his young friend, his
head resting on this hand, his elbow on the fabric.

Robby was staring again, but lay down himself.  He wasn't sure what to do.
He hadn't slept next to anyone for so long...  He couldn't imagine what it
would be like sleeping next to this man he was so fond of.  And Rocky was
naked...!

Rocky smiled and said, "It's O.K., you know.  Like I said before, men are
men, no matter how old they are." He laid his hand on the boy's chest,
massaging it.  "And we are lucky to have been teamed up together.  Did you
want to talk?"

Robby lay silent, trembling a little.

"Here - let me give you a rub down.  I can feel you are a bit tense." The
older man knelt by Robby and helped him turn over.  The man's hands felt
nice, working the muscles in Robby's neck, kneading the tension and
nervousness away.  Robby sighed.

Rocky, encouraged by the sigh, worked the boy's shoulders and sides, trying
not to tickle him.  He lifted the boys arm and kneaded the lymph area, and
when the boy got used to it, Rocky heard him moan softly.

Rocky slipped his big hands down to the boy's lower back, and started
working his butt muscles thru the underwear.  The boy seemed to relax more.
He had stopped trembling.  Rocky worked the younger man's thigh muscles,
one at a time and moved so he was positioned directly over the boy's legs.
He lifted the boy's lower legs and worked them, the boy's toes brushing
lightly against the man's fur.  Rocky slide his hand up the inside of the
boy's thighs, gently brushing his manly fingers against the boys'
underwear.

"Roll over," the older man commanded.  Meekly, the boy complied.

Starting with the boy's feet, Rocky worked every muscle.  Glancing down, he
noticed the boy's dick tenting the fabric of his undershorts and he felt
his own dick move a little.  Rocky lifted the boy's leg again and this
time, he rested the foot on his own thigh, with the toes close to the older
man's scrotum.  It felt good, and the man felt the blood pumping to his
hardening tool.

Rocky massaged further up the leg, working the thigh muscles and the
outside of the boy's legs.  Robby's eyes were closed, his face serene, but
his eyes widening every time Rocky got close to his groin.  Rocky avoided
direct contact there, but was definitely stirred by the sight of the tent
in the boy's briefs.

Rocky leaned forward, his semi hard dick grazing along the boy's body, as
he worked his belly and chest.  "You know, Robby," the man whispered, "it
might be OK to lose your shorts..."

Robby gasped and the tented material jumped.  Rocky slipped his fingertips
into the material, and tugged. Robby's lifted his hips and the older man
pulled down.  Robby's dick slapped against his stomach.  Hard and leaking a
little, it reached past the boy's belly button.  The young man's ballsac
was dense with thick curly brown hair and a mini treasure trail led from
his navel to where his erection jutted out from his body.

Rocky went back to work, admiring his young friend's ripening body.  He
massaged Robby's legs again, rubbing deeply into the flesh between them.
Rocky's mouth drooled at the pre-juice leaking from the boy.  The youth was
sighing and occasionally moaning as his older friend massaged the boy's
flesh.

Rocky leaned forward again, and this time he could feel his young friend's
hard dick pushing on his own ballsac. Gently, the older man kissed his
friend on the forehead.

Robby sighed aloud, and then the older man was gently kissing his eyelids,
his nose, the edges of his mouth.  Robby opened his mouth as if to sigh
again, but then he fastened on the older man's mouth and kissed him back.

Rocky's hardon was full now.  As gently as he could, he kissed the boy
back, but knew he wanted to devour this man flesh.  He felt Robby lifting
his hips, grinding his pecker into Rocky's.  Breaking the kiss, the older
man growled deep in his throat.

Robby opened his eyes part-way.  "Wow -- this is amazing," he whispered.

Rocky looked into his eyes.  The older man groaned softly and said, "You
don't know how amazing."  He sat up, lifted the boy's legs and bent
forward, licking the underside of the boy's hard cock.  The boy moaned out
loud.

Encouraged, Rocky swirled his tongue around the boy's raging red cockhead,
and enjoyed watching the lad squirm in pleasure.  Little sobs were coming
from the younger man.  Rocky plunged the hard boy dick deep in his mouth
and the boy gasped.  Rocky started to slide the boy's virgin pecker in and
out of his hot mouth.

Sliding one hand from the boy's leg to his bubble butt, Rocky slathered a
finger in the spit rolling between Robby's legs and then ran his finger up
the boy's crack.  The boy moaned and his cock grew in Rocky's mouth.  Rocky
found the boy's sweet spot and pressed lightly, the tip just slipping in.

Robby groaned and spasmed, filling the man's mouth with his hot seed.
Thrashing and grunting, the orgasm came in torrents.  Rocky was sure most
of the camp could hear the boy's moans, but he kept him in his mouth
anyways, savoring the flavour of his young friend.  Spasming still, the boy
thrashed in his mentor's arms.

Gently, Rocky slipped the boy's dick out of his mouth, noting it was still
pretty hard, and laid him back.  The boy's eyes were closed, and the older
man lay down beside him, laying his hand across the younger man's chest and
rubbing it gently.  Eventually, the boy opened his eyes and looked across
at his mentor.  Robby's eyes were wide open.

The younger man climbed up on his mentor's chest.  He bent forward and
kissed him gently on the lips.  Robby pushed his boy butt back until he
could feel the older man's hardon beneath him.  "Oh, Rocky," the boy cried.

Rocky`s hardon, wet with precum, rubbed on the boy's rear end.  "Oh Robby,"
the older man sighed...

End of part 2

Comments always welcome.